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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Nera
is a normal teenage girl living in
Ireland-or so she thought. Her world is forever changed when she
discovers that she is descended from a long line of witches. To her
horror she finds she is the one that is supposed to stop the curse that
has taken the life of every girl before her. As if that isn't enough,
she must learn to use magic and her trainer is a man named Bones. He is
the son of Mari, Queen of the Witches, and a god. It is Bones that has
been entrusted to teach her the skills she needs to stay alive, which
wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have an uncanny knack for pushing her
buttons. Can Nera learn what she needs while staying immune to the
charms of the man that gets under her skin at every opportunity?

The smell of smoke pricked at my nostrils and dragged my concentration away from my math test. I looked sideways and watched it swirl over the floor like a silent, deadly serpent, coiling around the desks and feet of my classmates. I listened for the crackle that accompanied the smoke and saw the flames licking along the floorboards. Cold sweat broke out on my neck and ran down my spine, galvanizing me out of my chair.

I tried to call out, but my throat was locked. No one seemed to notice the flames creeping up the walls toward the ceiling. I was shaking so hard I could hardly walk. I pushed between the desks toward Mr. Devon at the front of the class. Surely he could see the flames creeping up the walls by now.

He looked up from his desk. “Nera, please go back to your seat and finish your test," he said, his brow wrinkled in a frown.

My mouth worked as I tried to get the words out, but they refused to budge past my burning throat. Changing track, I turned toward the door in a blind frenzy. I had to get out! Tears were pouring down my cheeks, blurring my vision, and I could hardly breathe for the smoke that surrounded me. I reached for the door handle and jerked my hand away as the hot metal burned my palm.

"Nera, what are you doing?" Mr. Devon hurried toward me.

I slumped to the floor, burned and struggling foe breath. "Brie, get the headmistress!"

To
offset the limitations of aging ungracefully, she created her own set
of unique worlds where she can be and do whatever she wants.

Gods,
witches and demons surround Ari while she spins her magic, doing mainly
what they tell her to do. Given a chance, she prefers to work amongst
chaos, which is good because she is constantly surrounded by children,
all clamoring for attention. Some of them end up in her stories, some of
them even get to die grisly deaths or be cast away to another realm.

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